Chapter 438, Rescue


    Register your name.


    Make sure there is nothing wrong with the writing. This is the next step.


    According to the spy''s confession, this Baolin Temple was previously an abandoned temple. No incense.


    It was the Japanese secret service that took a fancy to this place, so they invested some funds to renovate it. Several temporary workers were also recruited. He shaved his head and pretended to be a monk. Then open the mountain gate to receive the incense.


    The money to repair the temple was "donated" by Wang Zhulin. It is said to be a donation, but actually it is turned over.


    “Do you know Wang Zhulin’s identity?”


    "Know."


    "What''s his name?"


    "Taro Namada."


    "Yeah?"


    Zhang Yong nodded thoughtfully.


    Then I heard a voice that seemed to be muttering to himself: "Taro Maqiao..."


    A moment of silence.


    Reacted immediately. The latter is true.


    What he "heard" later was the spy''s psychological activities. This spy actually wanted to hide Wang Zhulin''s real name.


    Habita Taro…


    Mahashi Taro…


    hehe. good. I won''t expose you.


    Bring the spy into the temple. Control all other monks.


    Start the search.


    Then I discovered something very strange.


    At the back of the temple, it is obviously a very desolate area, but the map shows that there are many small white dots underneath.


    However, when Zhang Yong looked over, there was obviously no one there!


    ?Pick up the telescope, look carefully, and see thick wild grass. Some are almost half a person tall. Severely obstructs the view.


    There seems to be a winding path among the weeds.


    Strange, where is that place over there? Why are there so many people?


    Definitely not a ghost.


    Since he had a gun in his hand, Zhang Yong did not believe in ghosts and gods.


    No matter how powerful the ghosts and gods are, they cannot stop the physical exorcism of guns and cannons. Therefore, there must be something weird behind the temple. But take care of other things for now.


    ?For safety reasons, he quietly waved to Qin Haitao. Call him over.


    "team leader!"


    “Stare at the back!”


    "yes!"


    Qin Haitao was a little confused.


    What are you staring at behind? There are weeds behind it!


    Are you worried that someone is lurking among you?


    Indeed, Zhang Yong is so worried. What if it was a lurking Japanese special agent team?


    It’s like Yamamoto’s special agent team. It leaves a deep impression on people.


    ??The Japanese invaders might also have special operations.


    Perhaps there are swordsmen and axemen lurking in the temple. They will kill you at the first command.


    Have to guard against it.


    “Captain, how about I go search it again?”


    “Alright!”


    Zhang Yong nodded.


    Qin Haitao immediately took people to search the back.


    As a result, nothing was found. After looking carefully, there was nothing in the weeds.


    Zhang Yong noticed that the Japanese spy monk also looked very relaxed.


    Strange, what happened to the people behind?


    Not on the ground. Is it underground?


    Is there a basement?


    You have a temple, but you also have a basement? Who do you want to harbor? Gangster? Or a desperado?


    Forget it, ignore it for now. Let’s wait until other things are dealt with.


    “Where’s the radio station?”


    "No…"


    “Really not?”


    “Yes. There is…”


    The Japanese spy temporarily changed his story. Then take them to the radio station.


    The radio station is in a side room. Hidden under the kang.


    Hey, you are really brave.


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    When Zhang Yong saw the radio station, he called him a good guy. There are actually three radio stations. All new.


    hehe. Earn it.


    Just right. There are only three old radio stations in Tianjin Station. There seemed to be a lot of them. In fact, we can strike at any time.


    Three radio stations have been seized so far, all of which are new. Just enough to replace three old radio stations.


    What to do with old radio stations?


    It would have been best to leave it to the Red Party. It''s a pity that Tianjin Wei seems to have no underground party?


    It is estimated that the Red Party at this moment is not yet capable of infiltrating Tianjin Wei. Then we have to seal it up temporarily and hand it over to the Red Party when there is a chance in the future.


    ?In addition to the radio, some radio spare parts were also found. For example, electronic tubes or something.


    As expected, he is catching Japanese spies and has everything.


    There are no guns or cannons, the enemy made them for us. So does radio.


    Continue to search.


    A large amount of money was found from other secret rooms.


    They are all banknotes. There is GuaShang Bank. There is Citibank. There is Hong Kong Bank. There are also certificates of deposit from Zhengjin Bank.


    After reading the numbers on the deposit certificate, Zhang Yong exclaimed again, "What a guy!"


    ?It’s a full five hundred thousand yen!


    ?This Wang Zhulin is so rich! There are actually five hundred thousand yen!


    Oh, it’s Japanese yen…


    ?That’s not a lot…


    The key point is that the Japanese yen cannot be used elsewhere.


    It can only be spent in places controlled by the Japanese invaders. Such as North China. For example, the three northeastern provinces. Or the Japanese invaders themselves.


    A bit tasteless.


    Of course, something is better than nothing.


    A bit unexpected. This Japanese spy is actually so cooperative.


    The radio station was handed over.


    The money was handed over.


    Very cooperative.


    However, Zhang Yong began to doubt.


    Logically speaking, a spy shouldn’t be so frank. There must be something hidden.


    Why is he so frank?


    Is it an attempt to hide some more important information?


    “Have you confessed everything?”


    “It’s all said. It’s all said.”


    “Nothing missing?”


    "there is none left."


    “Well, let me ask you, what do those people hidden behind do?”


    "Who? No. No. Where is it?" The spy monk desperately denied.


    ?Yu Lexing and others immediately realized something was wrong. Is there someone hiding behind?


    Qin Haitao immediately led people to continue the search. Still nothing was found. Behind the temple, there are only vast weeds.


    "You don''t have to tell me." Zhang Yong said slowly, "Do you know Ling Chi?"


    "I, I, I..." The spy''s face turned pale.


    Lingchi? Of course he knows.


    Anyone who can be a spy has some knowledge. Be literate.


    How did Yuan Chonghuan die in the Ming Dynasty? He was executed by Ling Chi. He couldn''t help but tremble all over.


    “Don’t tell me? Then let’s start…”


    "I said, I said, I, I, they have nothing to do with me. Really. It has nothing to do with me at all!"


    “In your temple, it has nothing to do with you?”


    "I, I, I really have nothing to do with them. It was Wang Zhulin who imprisoned them here. Wang Zhulin will send someone to take them out when needed."


    “Who is inside?”


    “Yes, it’s…”


    "explain!"


    “It’s a woman, a woman…”


    “What? Woman?”


    Zhang Yong suddenly felt bad.


    There are actually a group of women imprisoned in the temple?


    sky!


    I immediately thought of some scenes that were not suitable for children.


    ?These crazy dogs!


    It will be easier for them to kill them! They must be crushed to make fertilizer!


    “Take us in!”


    “I, I...”


    “Crack!”


    “Crack!”


    Zhang Yong slapped the other party twice.


    What can you give me back? Want to die? Then I will make it happen for you. Another backhand slap in the face.


    Of course it is made with the soles of shoes. Specially designed soles for the face.


    ??The Japanese spy really couldn''t resist it. With a sad face and covering her red and swollen cheeks, she led them to the kitchen.


    Here in the kitchen, Zhang Yong discovered something unusual. It seems that there are a lot of grains and vegetables stored here. There are plenty of pots and pans. At first, there were obviously only seven monks in the temple.


    ?Where is the need for so many pots and pans? Mostly for imprisoned women.


    The more I think about it, the angrier I become. Beat the spy again.


    Wang Zhulin, there are too many bamboos to write!


    It was really rash to let him go just now. But it doesn''t matter, he will be punished sooner or later.


    “Where is the door?”


    “Open, open, open…”


    The Japanese spy hesitated as he spoke. Googling and pulling on a rope.


    The rope is hung from the kitchen wall. There are thirty or forty similar ropes. A lot of it. Who would have thought that one of them is a mechanism.


    …


    …


    As the rope was pulled, a crack opened in the wall.


    Qin Haitao and others immediately stood on guard with guns. I found it was dark inside. It took a while to see clearly that it was a corridor. Diagonally downward.


    Yes, there is indeed a basement. This corridor leads to the basement.


    There is no light. It needs fire to illuminate.


    "Well…"


    Suddenly, someone feels like vomiting.


    Immediately, everyone couldn''t help but cover their noses.


    ?Zhang Yong also felt a stench coming to his face. He quickly covered his nose. But it didn''t work. It still smells terrible.


    ?With great difficulty, the stench dissipated a little.


    “Get in!”


    "ah…"


    Zhang Yong and others entered the basement. Then everyone was stunned.


    After only seeing a few turns, I saw a huge space. There are many iron cages inside. Probably more than two meters high. All the people detained inside are human beings.


    To be precise, a young woman. Ragged. There are a full fifty or sixty in number.


    All women lie feebly in iron cages. Looks insensitive.


    Many people were disheveled and did not pay any attention to them.


    ?There are also women whose hands and feet are **** and hung in the air. Not moving. I don''t know if I''m dead or alive.


    ?There are also women whose hands are tied and hung above the iron cage, with only their toes touching the ground. Also motionless, life or death unknown.


    So miserable…


    Hardly anyone is intact.


    In an instant, some unsightly scenes came to mind, and Zhang Yong immediately drew his sword. With a casual slash, the Japanese spy monk was killed.


    ?This devil!


    So many young women are imprisoned here!


    What is he going to do?


    Scum!


    ?????????????????????????????????


    A worthy death!


    "Well…"


    The Japanese spy monk clutched his throat and fell down softly.


    ?Zhang Yong still doesn’t understand his hatred. Grabbed a rifle. Stick the bayonet over the muzzle of the gun. Just a few knives against the Japanese spy.


    Son of a bitch!


    Die!


    Letting you live is a crime!


    “Chi chi chi!”


    “Chi chi chi!”


    Turn the Japanese spy into a scumbag. Only then did I feel relieved a little bit.


    The woman in the iron cage finally had a little reaction. Some people were surprised and looked at them blankly.


    But most women are still indifferent and seem to have lost their minds.


    ????An idiot can imagine what kind of experiences they have suffered. So mentally depressed to such an extent.


    "water!"


    "water!"


    Zhang Yong shouted loudly.


    He saw that all the women''s lips were white and dry.


    It is estimated that what they lack most is water.


    “Clang!”


    “Clang!”


    ?The crowd broke open the iron locks.


    Then I found that things seemed to be even worse...


    The women who were rescued were all paralyzed on the ground and unable to move. Breathing is also very weak.


    Even if water is given carefully, it is difficult to recover.


    The underground cells smell extremely stench. He didn''t dare to move them easily to avoid causing secondary damage.


    Zhang Yong was too embarrassed to turn around and run away. I had to hold it in.


    For a time, the days are like years.


    (End of this chapter)